You know, one time I saw Tiger down at the water hole: he had the biggest testicles of any animal and the sharpest claws and two front teeth as long as knives and as sharp as blades. And I said to him, Brother Tiger, you go for a swim, I’ll look after your balls for you. He was so proud of his balls. So he got into the water hole for a swim and I put his balls on and left him my own little spider balls. And then, you know what I did? I ran away, fast as my legs would take me I didn’t stop till I got to the next town, And I saw Old Monkey there. You lookin’ mighty fine, Anansi, said Old Monkey. I said to him, You know what they all singin’ in the town over there? What are they singin’? he asks me. They singin’ the funniest song, I told him. Then I did a dance and I sings, Tiger’s balls, yeah, I ate Tiger’s balls Now ain’t nobody gonna stop me ever at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ’Cos I ate that Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls. Old Monkey he laughs fit to bust, holding his side and shakin’ and stampin’, then he starts singin’ Tiger’s balls, I ate Tiger’s balls, snappin’ his fingers, spinnin’ around on his two feet. That’s a fine song, he says, I’m goin’ to sing it to all my friends. You do that, I tell him and I head back to the water hole. There’s Tiger, down by the water hole, walkin’ up and down, with his tail switchin’ and swishin’ and his ears and the fur on his neck up as far as they can go and he’s snappin’ at every insect comes by with his huge old saber teeth and his eyes flashin’ orange fire. He looks mean and scary and big, but danglin’ between his legs, there’s the littlest balls in the littlest blackest most wrinkledy ball-sack you ever did see. Hey, Anansi, he says, when he sees me. You were supposed to be guarding my balls while I went swimming. But when I got out of the swimming hole, there was nothing on the side of the bank but these little black shriveled-up good-for-nothing spider balls I’m wearing. I done my best, I tells him, but it was those monkeys, they come by and eat your balls all up and when I tell them off, then they pulled off my own little balls. And I was so ashamed I ran away. You a liar, Anansi, says Tiger. I’m going to eat your liver. But then he hears the monkeys coming from their town to the water hole. A dozen happy monkeys, boppin’ down the path, clickin’ their fingers and singin’ as loud as they could sing, Tiger’s balls, yeah, I ate Tiger’s balls Now ain’t nobody gonna stop me ever at all Nobody put me up against the big black wall ’Cos I ate that Tiger’s testimonials I ate Tiger’s balls. And Tiger, he growls and he roars and he’s off into the forest after them and the monkeys screech and head for the highest trees. And I scratch my nice new big balls and damn they felt good hangin’ between my skinny legs and I walk on home. And even today, Tiger keeps chasin’ monkeys. So you all remember: just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power.
Neil Gaiman
More profoundly, Nihilist simplification may be seen in the universal prestige today accorded the lowest order of knowledge, the scientific, as well as the simplistic ideas of men like Marx, Freud and Darwin, which underlie virtually the whole of contemporary thought and life.We say life, for it is important to see that the Nihilist history of our century has not been something imposed from without or above, or at least has not been predominantly this; it has rather presupposed and drawn its nourishment from, a Nihilist soil that has long been preparing in the hearts of the people. It is precisely from the Nihilism of the commonplace, from the everyday Nihilism revealed in the life and thought and aspiration of the people, that all the terrible events of our century have sprung. The world-view of Hitler is very instructive in this regard, for in him the most extreme and monstrous Nihilism rested upon the foundation of a quite unexceptional and even typical Realism. He shared the common faith in science, progress and enlightenment (though not, of course, in democracy), together with a practical materialism that scorned all theology, metaphysics and any thought or action concerned with any other world than the here and now, priding himself on the fact that he had the gift of reducing all problems to their simplest foundations. He had a crude worship of efficiency and utility that freely tolerated birth control, laughed at the institution of marriage as a mere legalization of a sexual impulse that should be free, welcomed sterilization of the unfit, despised unproductive elements such as monks, saw nothing in the cremation of the dead but a practical question and did not even hesitate to put the ashes, or the skin and fat, of the dead to productive use. He possessed the quasi-anarchist distrust of sacred and venerable institutions, in particular the Church with its superstitions and all its outmoded laws and ceremonies. He had a naive trust in the natural mom, the healthy animal who scorns the Christian virtues--virginity in particular--that impede the natural functioning of the body. He took a simple-minded delight in modern conveniences and machines and especially in the automobile and the sense of speed and freedom it affords.There is very little of this crude Weltanschauung that is not shared, to some degree, by the multitudes today, especially among the young, who feel themselves enlightened and liberated, very little that is not typically modern.
Seraphim Rose